Reborn with Naruto In Tokyo, Japan

"Holy Lord, please grant me the peace to accept what I cannot change, the courage to change what I can, and the wisdom to know the difference between the two."

"Amen."

"Amen."

As the priest closed the books, there was a uniform sound of amen in the church.

Because of the tradition left by the former colonists, the post of church priest is held by men, who are proficient in English and local aboriginal languages.

In the land spread all over the Shidu religion, the prayer Amen sounded a little abruptly. The six northeastern states were small in size, but they were located in a place where there were many religions.

The Shidu hinterland to the west is entirely dominated by the Shidu Sect, while the country of Shuizawa to the south is dominated by the Xingyue Sect, and Burma to the east is a Buddhist country of Theravada Buddhism.

The name of the Museum of Ethnology and Religion is well-deserved, but it just shows the weakness of the people living in this land.

It's just that the believers who listened to the priest's speech didn't notice that the situation of the priest today is a little bit wrong, some are absent-minded, some are distracted, and they just try to cheer up when preaching prayers.

At the end of the service, the believers stood up in twos and threes and went out together. The light rain outside the church had completely stopped. Of course, taking the bus to the town was not just for simple prayers. These Khasi women who controlled the family’s financial power also had their own tasks. , they need to purchase living materials such as salt for their families.

Compared with other areas in Shidu, the population density of Meghalaya State is not high. The population of the state is only 3 million. The abundant precipitation has formed a landscape of virgin forests and waterfalls. Unfortunately, it has not been developed into any money-absorbing It also limits the development of planting industry and population.

The primitive tribe-like scene can still be seen in this land, but fortunately, a little brilliance of modern society has also shone into the vast forest. Even if every village has not been connected to electricity, at least—— It is N hands of discarded clothes shipped from unknown countries.

"Squeak."

Watching all the believers leave, the priest gently closed the door of the church.

He then looked inside the church. There was no one in the church. According to the previous arrangements, it should be time for him to clean up.

But the priest just went to the side door, and opened the small door with a sad face.

Standing outside the door was a tall and straight man in his thirties, whose real age was concealed by a full beard.

"Muk, you're here again." The priest turned sideways to let Muck enter the church.

"Even the listed castes can come to the church of the Holy Lord, so why can't I come." When talking about the listed castes, the man named Mu Ke had a mocking tone.

It was ridicule but not contempt, and there was no contempt for the untouchables in his tone.

"Everyone is equal before the Holy Lord, and the souls of kings and beggars have the same weight." The priest uttered obscene words that could make the priests of the Wet Poison Cult burst into anger.

If it were in the countryside in the hinterland of Shidu, if the untouchables entered the temple of Shidu, it would be light to be severely whipped in public. After all, it is like mice living in the gutter and eagles flying in the sky. With this law of nature.

"Yes, this should be the goal and direction we are pursuing." Sitting on the bench, Mu Ke spoke the authentic 'central language', which was similar to the local indigenous language, Meghalaya There is no small difference between taste and English.

Although in the ears of outsiders, Shidu English has a curry flavor, Shidu people have also formulated a set of authentic Shidu English (hinglish), which is a mixture of various local grammars and words, which is different from British English is also different from American English.

"People are born equal. There is no need for us to use the same system two thousand years ago. Although I don't like the Holy Bishop, there is no reason why our citizens can't understand this simple fact."

The priest waved his hand: "Muk, I know what you are going to do. You want to change the status quo, but this... has nothing to do with us. Even if you want to change, please go to the west, where the caste system is the worst to go, not to a remote little place like ours."

The six northeastern states also have a caste system, but the persecution is relatively light.

"Because it's too serious and the conservative forces are too deep-rooted, it can't succeed." The bench where Muke was sitting was still warm.

"If we don't speak up, everything will go on as usual, but if we only raise the volume by a few decibels, they will have a reason to attack the rebels."

"Only by starting with the weak areas, can the whole business be successful."

"You know the situation in the six northeastern states better than I do. They are backward, poor, and have customs that are very different from those in the central region. Rebel groups emerge one after another, and the central government has never managed it carefully."

"Hmm..." the priest pondered, "I seem to have heard the whole theory somewhere."

"This is just a universally applicable truth." Mu Ke has an extraordinary fanatical pursuit of truth, "Father Aja, you should have realized this human-eating system, shameful system better than I do!"

Aja said nothing. Muke suddenly appeared in the town a few months ago. He obviously did his homework. As soon as he entered the church, he knew that he was once a lowly Dalit caste, that is, a pariah.

Life is only suitable for a job like a cleaner. Although there have been precedents for Dalits to become prime ministers, for the vast majority of Dalits, this is just a dream.

Aja is not a native of Meghalaya. He is a villager in the holy bishop's village, which is rare in the damp and poisonous hinterland. Although he passed the examination step by step and climbed to the university, he was subjected to substantive caste discrimination both in school and after graduation.

He obviously has a higher level of education, better working ability, and more conscientiousness than those of the higher castes, but in the end, he was pushed out to block the knife when he encountered a difficult situation. Everything was a matter of course, and he was frustrated Lower Aja simply went to Meghalaya, where holy bishops prevailed, as a priest.

After 30 years, I settled down here, married a wife and had children, and gradually gained a little bit of fame among the common people.

To be able to find himself among so many well-known people around Jowai City, Mu Ke obviously worked hard.

"If we said that before we could only create a little trouble for this unfair system on a small scale, now we finally have the strength, the support from the gods." Muke sat upright, looking like It is the miraculous colonizer in oil painting.

There is indeed a mystery about this Muke. The only thing Aja can be sure of is that Muke is not a local, and his temperament is not the banditry of the rebel organizations in the six northeastern states, although it is not accurate to judge the caste level according to the skin color , but with Muke's fair skin, there is a high probability that he is not a poor person of a low caste.

At least the rebels Aja had seen who wanted to overthrow the caste system had darker complexions.

"God?"

"Yes, god."

The priest laughed: "Muk, I still can't believe what you said, there are gods living at the foot of our land? This is not some trick to deceive ordinary believers... Amen, amen."

The priest found that he had made a mistake in his words. How could it be said that he was deceiving the believers. There is no doubt that gods have appeared in this era.

Moreover, even in the past, the priest himself believed in the existence of the Holy Lord, but the Holy Lord was closer to 'Brahman' in his concept.

Brahma is not so much a god as it is the "existence" in Parmenides' mouth, the Tao in Huaguo Taoism.

Brahman is immortal and can neither be created nor destroyed.

There are no real gods in the world, if there are, they must be the laws that maintain the operation of the world.

"Why don't you believe it? He has already entered my dream to enlighten me, and the day of recovery is near." Mu Ke said the words of crazy religious people, but he couldn't see the devotion of fanatics in his eyes.

He is more like a scholar who has received the baptism of modern civilization. In his eyes, the gods seem to be just a force that can be used.

"God...this is too..." Aja smiled wryly.

Unlike the closed mountain people, Aja knows that miracles are emerging all over the world, and many lucky ones have been selected to become famous in one fell swoop.

But this is only a small probability event. He never believes that in a small place like Meghalaya, or in other words, no one around him can encounter such a small probability.

This is more like Mook's method to deceive everyone into gathering support. Anyway, groups always follow blindly, and a group of people is far easier to fool than a single person.

"Believe me, I will let you see a miracle." Muke stood up, "Come to Salman's house at eight o'clock tomorrow night, and I will inform other people."

"tomorrow?"

"Yes, tomorrow."

Leaving the skeptical Aja inside the church, Muke stepped out onto the street.

He had prepared a black umbrella, but he probably wouldn't need it in the clear sky. The rainy days in Meghalaya reminded him of the main island of Briton.

It's just that a hundred years have passed since independence, and this country still seems to be sleeping in a coffin. The smell of decay makes people unable to breathe, and it is hopeless to reach or even surpass the original suzerain country.

No punches, no drugs, this country will never change!

It takes a hundred years, two hundred years, or a few hundred years to change a system that has been lagging behind for a thousand years. How can we catch up with other powerful countries under such circumstances.

Muck shook his umbrella and walked on the road with his head held high.

On the other side of the street, a figure in tattered clothes hurried past, and Mu Ke couldn't help but take a few more glances at the appearance of his clothes being completely soaked.

I'm afraid it's a poor man who has no umbrella at all and is completely drenched by the sudden heavy rain.

It is because of such miserable people that this country needs to change!

The three burials did not forget to observe the surroundings in a hurry, and this journey is not a kind of practice.

Some people on the side of the road are numb, some are high-spirited...they are all sentient beings.